The spoof included to be the bottom-feeder of the cinematic ecosystem, but in the age of IP a novel parasitic life-establish has eunited: the out-of-duplicateright grave-robber. Director Jamie Bailey nominassociate deserves some commend for being first to the punch to originate a film featuring huge kahuna Mickey Moinclude, whose Steamboat Willie iteration go ined the accessible domain at the begin of this year. But any see rapidly evaporates on slogging thraw this convoluted, sloppy and ultimately meek slasher flick.
The plot is rufoolishentary enough: delightment arcade wage slave Alex (Sophie McIntosh) and friends are locked into her toilplace at her surpelevate 21st birthday party and picked off by an apparently teleporting finisher in a Mickey mask. Chippy goth girl Rebecca (Mackenzie Mills) retardys the massacre in flashbacks from inside a jail cell to two sceptical cops, with some Usual Suspects footsie about the identity of the finisher – except Bailey seems to forget that he gives that away right at the begin.
Not only is the setup needlessly complicated, but the scenes involving the obligatory hookup intrigues of assorted jocks, boilingties, potheads and kind guys are so drawn out and incoherent they experience as if they were scripted by Pluto (out of duplicateright: 2026) after being force-fed a diet of 90s meta-horror. The hugegest boo-boo, though, is not irritateing – unenjoy last year’s Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey – to discover any amusing or salient way to roast this carrion. Maybe trenchant satire of Disney is too much to ask for, or too legassociate hazardous, but the only Mickey fun on propose here is a bit of ominous include of that fell, bi-sphere silhouette. It could fair as well be a deadmau5 slasher film.
There’s some occasional sass in the dialogue, and Mills does have some presence in the hgreatering role. Otherdirectd The Moinclude Trap is so dispiritingly slapdash that Walt needn’t irritate rolling over in his grave; should we be shocked that an era of cynical corporate film-making begets cynicism? Popeye is up for grabs on 1 January 2025, so here’s hoping the next round of desecrators scoff supportasoned spinach beforehand.
